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Date: Sat,  2 Mar 1996 09:35:57 UTC
Subject: Beyond Expectations [wife, group fun]  [1/3]
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Beyond Expectations

by Morpheus

Christy and Mike had always been the kind to, shall we say, run where
others fear to tread. There are some people - haven't we all known a
few? - who seem to be able to get away with a certain kind of
outrageousness that would look tasteless and annoying if some of us
other mere mortals were to dare attempt it. And Christy and Mike were
clearly such a couple. I think ingenuous is close to the perfect way to
describe them.

So when they announced that their cohabitation was about to turn legal,
it almost seemed uncharacteristically conventional. Still all of us,
their friends - and there were plenty of us; they are a most sociable
couple - were delighted to hear of it.

Well, you never heard of a wedding without a bachelor party, have you,
along with a matching bachelorette fling for the bride? I couldn't help
but look forward to Mike's soiree; I knew I could count on it being a
doozy, and I knew my wife, Shelly, would be having quite a time at
Christy's bash.

But, as always, they had a surprise in store for us. No such
conventional thinking, said they; instead they were planning a combined
party! Somehow that seemed to defeat the whole idea; weren't these
evenings of craziness meant to celebrate the bride and groom's waning
hours of freedom? But that's how they wanted it, so that's how it would
happen. It would certainly be a unique experience, I knew; but then
again, practically anything that involved Christy and Mike seemed to be
just that way.

I noticed a vague sense of disappointment welling up inside me. It
seemed inevitable that the shucking of inhibitions that has always been
the hallmark of bachelor/bachelorette parties would be severely hampered
by the presence of spouses and other mates. Instead of the uncommonly
wild evenings that I had anticipated, it seemed that this would be fun
but nevertheless subdued.

Well, what the heck? We'll still have a good time no matter what, I
concluded, and Shelly felt the same. I think she was a bit disappointed
too; she'd been to a few of our other friends' bachelorette parties and
they had certainly not lacked for excitement!

Now, Shelly and I have what we consider to be an especially strong
marriage. Jealousy and lack of trust have no part in our relationship,
and that makes for a warm, comfortable life together. We had never done
anything that wouldn't be considered by most people to be fairly
typical, but from time to time I had shared a few daydreams about
pushing the envelope a little, and Shelly had found them rather
interesting, though it seemed clear that they would never advance beyond
imagination. It wasn't hard to come up with these fantasies; Shelly is
exceptionally attractive at 28, with the kind of soft, feminine looks
and wonderfully proportioned body that men have killed for in times past
- and some still do. Whenever we would go out for dinner or dancing and
she'd wear one of her flattering, provocative dresses, or when we'd head
for the beach and I'd see her in a swimsuit, I always swelled up with
pride - sometimes not just inside.

*****

The night of the party had arrived. As I donned my chosen semi-formal
garb, Shelly mentioned that Christy and Mike had asked everyone coming
to dress up as revealingly and provocatively as they dared. I liked that
idea; maybe this wouldn't be as sedate as I had feared. I immediately
suggested the one dress that Shelly always considered too racy for
public view: an off-the-shoulder style with a light, frilly band across
the top and a hidden drawstring in the back to hold it up. It plunged
deeply and enticingly in the front and the sides were cleverly cut as
well, and there was plenty of Shelly's 37C's showing whenever she wore
it. It ended just above the knee, flaring out from her slim waist and
over her perfectly-proportioned hips, transforming my lovely wife into
the very epitome of feminine allure.

Despite Christy's request Shelly was reluctant to wear it; she knew
there would be people there that we know and she didn't want to offend
them. And, quite simply, she felt shy about showing that much. It took a
few minutes of gentle encouragement on my part to persuade her to go
ahead and wear it. I reminded her that everyone else had gotten the same
request; they would also be choosing their hottest outfits and it was
pretty unlikely that anyone would look askance at her for wearing this
one. So she finally relented, and I was delighted when she did.

I wasn't sure what I could do to accommodate their request, but I
changed into a set of bikini underwear, just for the heck of it.

When we arrived, it was plain to see that everyone else there had taken
Christy and Mike's request very much to heart; I had never seen so many
women in ultra-sexy outfits as I did this night. There were many people
there we didn't know but plenty of others that we did: Linda and Dave,
attorneys by day and aerobics instructors at a nearby gym in the
evening; Sarita and Jorge, very proud to have recently gotten U.S.
citizenship; Patti, a senior at UCSD majoring in English Lit (she knows
just about everything there is to know about literature written during
the Renaissance), Marie and Roy, almost newlyweds themselves; and Lisa
and Don, proof positive that people can be stunningly attractive even
when they're pushing 40. And here was a shocker: with them was their
19-year-old daughter, Brianna! I couldn't quite figure out why that
seemed so strange; I guess the idea of parents and daughter at a party
like this that is guaranteed to be bordering on insanity seemed
distinctly out of the ordinary, but what the heck? Brianna was only a
few years younger than the hosts of this party and if her parents were
coming, why not she?

Just looking around I could see - not just see, but sense - that
everyone there didn't just look sexy; they *were* sexy! Obviously
Christy and Mike had made a point of inviting only people like us to
this party, people who were open to the possibility of some wild
adventures and not likely to be bothered by whatever may happen. Funny,
but the people we knew there had always seemed to be typical, average
American folks, the kind you assume to be conventional, reserved and
proper, and to look around the room and see how transformed they all
were was a sweet, exciting shock. And I knew they were experiencing the
same reaction to us; no doubt they never imagined that Shelly would ever
reveal so much of her sweet, seductive body as she was just then.

And it didn't stop there. The very atmosphere seemed saturated with
sensual electricity and Shelly had gotten her share of it. All the
apprehension that had made her reluctant to wear the dress had
evaporated; as we moved about the room to chat with our various friends
I could see her smiling confidently and her walk had a sway in her hips
that practically shouted the sensuality she was feeling. Her full
breasts were undulating too, in a way that caught plenty of pleased
stares from the other men there. Her nipples had hardened with the
excitement growing within her and were leading the way before her with
unabashed prominence, and I could feel a thrill just seeing her, one
different from any I had felt before.

It seemed that everyone there was of like mind; every one of the women
seemed to be making subtle efforts to demonstrate her sex appeal and
exploit the already powerful effect that their various choices in sexy
attire had wrought.

I eventually notice a number of younger people there that I didn't know;
we later learned that they were friends of Brianna's. This group was not
dressed in the kind of semi-formal outfits the rest of us were wearing;
their choice in sexy outfits ran toward tight jeans and T-shirts for the
girls and glossy Spandex pants and open shirts for the guys. Brianna
herself was similarly attired and her youthful beauty had a dynamite
effect. It was almost to be expected that all the girls' breasts would
be at least dimly visible through their tops and their nipples would
show through prominently. The boys seemed to be especially eager to get
rambunctious; a few times I had seen one of them sneak a quick feel of
his girlfriend's breast and get a mild rebuke in return. Shelly and I
just smiled.

Christy and Mike had borrowed a number of lounge-type tables and chairs
for the party and arranged them about the spacious living room. The
corner by the kitchen door was lighted to form a makeshift stage. Soon
we heard Mike clapping his hands for attention.

"Everyone, Christy and I are so glad you could all make it, " he
announced. "As you know, this is pretty unusual, to combine a bachelor
and bachelorette party. But we decided that all of you whom we invited
were open and uninhibited enough that you could all have the same fun as
you could at the more traditional kind, and that you might find it
actually to be even more exciting to see your mates kicking up their
heels. You know that we made sure that all the couples here were not shy
or jealous types, and while we don't insist that everyone should get
into everything that might transpire, we think that you'll all enjoy
what happens, and that whenever you feel inclined to jump into the
action in some way, you're very free to do so."

This was sounding better all the time. My palms were getting sweaty with
the excitement of considering the possibilities, and Shelly's were doing
the same. We continued to watch from our table.

"First," Mike continued, dramatically, "let me introduce the light of my
life, the glowing beacon of my future, the one I shall cherish forever -
my lovely fiancee, Christy!"

It was only natural to applaud such an introduction, and sure enough,
out came Christy. It came as no surprise that she certainly didn't
exclude herself when she asked us all to dress sexy; she was wearing a
white, stretchy mini-dress, low-cut, clingy and semi-transparent. Her
breasts showed even more plainly than those of the young girls over on
the sofa, and her nipples were obscured only enough to be enticing.
There was even a dim impression of the dark patch of her pubic hair
through the thin fabric. Mike and Christy being the kind of people they
were, I had seen her rather revealingly dressed before, particularly in
some of her swimsuits. But this went far beyond what I had ever seen of
her before, or ever expected to.

As we continued applauding she smiled and turned about like a model at a
Paris fashion show, giving us a view from all sides. The dress clung
tightly to her ass cheeks, showing every ripple of their movement as she
continued to turn.

"Whaddya think, guys? Is that one gorgeous lady or what?!" Mike almost
shouted. We all loudly affirmed our agreement.

When the applause had subsided, Mike continued, playing the part of the
typical emcee with enthusiasm.

"You never heard of a bachelor party without a stripper, right? Well, we
can't disappoint the guys, now can we? Let me introduce the sweet, sexy
Cheryl!"

From the kitchen door there stepped the woman every man has dreamed of
at one time or another. Mike and Christy had positioned themselves on
opposite sides of the area used for a stage and at the right moment,
each turned on a spotlight they had borrowed from somewhere. The effect
of a lounge act was quite convincing, only this was even better, more
close and personal, and in the light Cheryl was positively stunning.

She was in a short, white dress and a top that laced in the front. As
she went into her moves, I could tell she was not doing what you tend to
think of as a striptease act. Her smile seemed more genuine; her
movements more graceful and seductive than I had ever seen in an act
like this (and yes; I've seen more than a few!). It seemed that, despite
the audience, she was actually dancing for someone in particular, the
special man in her life, and there was a deep, earnest quality to her
dance that was uniquely exciting.

After setting her body in motion with well-practiced skill, she removed
the belt around her waist and allowed the dress to open, showing more of
her gorgeous legs. Swaying and turning, she expertly teased us with her
dress, several times almost but not quite giving us a glimpse of what
she had under it.

Once she had brought all of us guys to a rapid boil, she finally began
tugging at the laces of her top. It began opening slowly, remaining
draped over her beautifully-formed breasts. At the perfect moment in the
music, she began twisting her chest back and forth, allowing the sway of
her breasts to push the top open. Smoothly, seductively, she let the top
slip off her shoulders and fall to the floor as she modeled her shapely
breasts for us. All of us, the ladies included, were smiling and
clapping with the music, urging her on.

She continued to tantalize us, toying with the waistband of her dress.
Then she opened what was apparently a Velcro fastener and her dress was
then held in place only by the roundness of her hips. For a few seconds
she carefully allowed it to remain in place, and then she gave her hips
a shake and the dress fell to the floor.

She was wearing a pair of ultra-brief panties, but you could see that
she had something else on beneath them. She took only a few moments
before slowly removing them, revealing the garment she had underneath.
It was only a tiny patch of transparent fabric, with only strings in the
back. She turned and bent forward to tease us with her ass before
turning back toward us. Her dark pubic hair was barely hidden at all by
the G-string, and I wondered if she would stop at that. But this being a
private party, there were no laws about public nudity to worry about.
Before long she began tugging at the elastic of her last remaining
clothing, then finally sliding it off and standing before us completely
nude, smiling as her dance came to a close.

We applauded enthusiastically and for a long time. She seemed truly
pleased; she didn't at all fit the stereotype of the jaded stripper
mechanically going through the motions time after time. When our
applause had died down, she disappeared back into the kitchen door,
fetchingly blowing us a kiss just as she passed through.

[To be continued]

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